My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1097 | 2022-02-05 18:57:33 | 62.78 | 95% |
395 | 2021-12-26 06:27:04 | 65.14 | 97% |